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GM Billy's eyes fell on Alice's hands. He was starting to sweat. He swallowed hard. "#%&¤." He was not used to not being the one in a position of power. "Alright... alright..." He shook his head in defeat. "Couple of old dudes, never got their names. They get in touch with me when they got something new for me to sell... I'm just a dealer, not some big shot!" "Just... get outta here. Go get your drugs somewhere else. I'll meet with your little super hero after school, show her where it is."
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Yep, he can't beat that with bonus, no need to roll.
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Yep, you break the mind control.
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"A daring escape? How absolutely scandalous." The voice from above was, of course, familiar to Eira. Not so much to Leon. "Why, somebody should think of the children! What kind of role models would we all be?" The tone was light, there was a hidden laugh behind the voice, some golden dust glittering starting to glitter down from above. "Hello, I do not believe we have met. I am Pan the Forever Boy." He was in his full costume, mask and all, but then again, to Pan that was not much different from normal Earth clothes, was it now? He floated down, his feet still never touching the ground, planting a quick peck on Eira's cheek, before turning to Leon. "Tell me more. Spare no details!" He paused briefly. "You are right, by the way. I am very pretty."
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Do it.
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OOC for this. @Kaede Kimura, @Tiffany Korta, @RedSpine, @Nerdzul
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GM The Painted Desert, Arizona September 22nd, 2020 14:00 PM Doctor Alexander Macedon stepped out of the van, and into the bright light of the Arizona desert. If his heavy backpack weighed him down in old age, he didn't show. He was an older man, having pushed past 70 some years ago. He would tell anyone that bothered to ask that he was retired, and yet, he was, standing in the Painted Desert once again. Once again, the headmistress had convinced him to take a group of students on a survival class. He could only hope that it went better than the last time. Macedon's hair was thinning and grey, bordering on white. His beard was cut short, barely more than stubble. His left eye was hidden behind an eyepatch, with horn-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He wore khaki pants, a white dress shirt that was already starting to stain from sweat. His boots were heavy, but solid. Dressed for the weather. His well worn cowboy had was held in his hand, lightly fanning his face. He wore a slightly oversized revolver in a holster on the right side of his belt. Turning to the van, he grumbled something, before speaking up. "Alright, hurry up and get out here, kids. We don't want to waste more sunlight than we have to." The students were even younger than the ones in last batch. Fine. He'd deal with that. More of them were just regular people, no powers, just training or tech. He could respect that. He had even allowed them to bring their gear, as long as they carried it themselves. For emergencies, of course. Not just for the regular class. "Rule number one: I give an order, you follow that order. This is a survival class. You're going to learn how to survive if you ever end up in a place like this. No buts, if or maybes. As far as you're concerned, I am in charge."
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Forever Boy Washing and cleaning things were honestly not Pan's idea of a good time. He had tried to get out of it at first, but... well, that elephant. That marvelous monstrous elephant. Once he saw it, it was love at first sight. He really had no other way of explaining it. He could not let it stay in this state, could he? Vandalism was such a petty thing, not even a proper prank. He had spent the day in full costume. Greens, whites and reds, domino mask and smile firmly in place as he worked, stopping at every opportunity to talk to the local press as they showed up. Any excuse to do less work, after all. Such as right now, where he was hovering a bit above the ground, grinning widely at the older gentleman in suit, tie and fedora that really seemed like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. "Why, yes, of course we had to come to help. There is much more to being super heroes than just fighting bad guys!" He left out about the part about adventure and how boring all this was, but of course, who could blame him?
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Justice "Y'know, I could probably fix up a machine that could do all that for you... I mean, not right now, but, eventually, if you wanted or something or..." Alright, alright, that wasn't why she was there. No, not at all. She was there on business. At least par business, right? "So, umm... I know you're retired and everything, but I put up this whole thing on HeroHouse and CapesList, and I got a bunch of heroes together and, uh... I had kinda hoped you'd show..." She trailed off a bit.
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Spaceman "Ah, thank you, it is good to meet you." The teacher gripped Luke's hand, but with far less pressure than the draconic teen would muster. He smiled, extending his hands to Pol as well. "And you must be Pol. I've looked forward to meeting both of you." He fidgeted with his tie that had loosened a bit. "I'm Parker Powers. Just Parker is fine, no need for any misters or sirs here, alright?" His tone was friendly. The teacher that you just loved as a kid. He motioned lightly with his head and a smile, then started walking, hands in his pockets. "Come, the kids are just gonna love you." He was silent for a second, before continuing. "The headmistress' notes on you were, well, there was a lot of them, but why don't you tell me a bit about yourselves? What can you do? Why'd you go to Claremont? What makes Luke and Pol tick?"
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GM "You will NOT leave me!" It wasn't entirely clear just who Alice was talking to. Felix? Micah? Both? Her voice was skipping, changing, distorting. Energy cascaded from her form. Surely, someone at the school would react soon? And yet, the two teens seemed all alone, facing down the energy being that seemed at once so strange, and yet familiar. Like someone they had both seen before. "You WILL love me! I will not let you break the story, I..." Alice trailed off. She barely looked human anymore. Bright, too bright. An impossible light in the sky. She made a sound, a pause that might sound like a breath being taken, without inhaling air. "One day, you will love me." Then, as abruptly as she had first appeared, she was gone. No flash, no explosion, nothing. Where the light that was Alice had stood moments before, there was simply nothing.
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@KnightDisciple can you give me an IC post and a Stealth before I describe what's inside in a GM post?
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Nevermore II Something flew right past first Eddie's heads, then Sebastian. Maybe three inches to the right of their faces, before embedding itself in the wall behind them. A weapon that seemed to be somewhere between a small boomerang and a shuriken. It was distinctively shaped like a stylized raven. "Or how about we all just back off right now?" Charlie was standing with his right hand held out, slowly lowering it to his side after the throw. It wasn't really clear where he had produced the ravenrang from. "Do any of us really wanna get thrown out on the first day over a jerk like that? Your friend started this, Eddie. Felix and Adam are just the guys that's gonna finish it if Sebastian doesn't back off right now."
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GM The punch never reached Sebastian. By the time it was thrown, a large figure moved in between, blocking the blow with his crossed forearms. He took the hit with little effort, but with a grunt. He was tall. Just a bit taller than Felix, around Adam's height. Blonde buzzcut, white t-shirt with NYPD printed across his chest, along with a police badge struck to the shirt. "You shouldn't hit other students." He spoke slowly, measuring every word carefully. "Ah, Eddie. Just in time. I guess these guys just don't want to help others." Casanova stared at Felix. "Maybe I should help you help the rest of us have a good time."
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Intimidate from Nevermore: 21 Opposed by Casanova: 15
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Hero points spent: Legatus: 1 Specimen: 1 There's an Interpose coming to block the attack, and gonna veto him taking the punch, cus Chump's strong, which means +1 HP for Legatus.
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Give me an Intimidate check.
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Here's your thread: https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/13048-lessons-to-learn/?tab=comments#comment-300510 Went with Spaceman, cus I wanna rp him.
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Pan raised an eyebrow at Eira in an obvious "see?" statement, before standing up, casually moving a hand through Eira. "See, she is not here at all. It is all just a very advanced phone call." His tone was matter of fact, like it was the most obvious and normal thing in the world. He looked at Eira, seeming at once surprised and not surprised at her reaction. "Did you dream about her again?" He had learn not to speak the name. The worry was clear in his voice.
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OOC for this. @Heritage, @Nerdzul
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GM The Nicholson School, Freedom City September 9th, 2020 9:00 AM Most of the students at Claremont Academy started their super heroic student life just there. Few were even aware that a school existed for younger children, where they could learn to control and use their powers, just be children or maybe learn a little something more. Students from the Nicholson School would at times visit Claremont, but students from Claremont coming to Nicholson was rare. But as it happened, two students from Claremont had been requested to visit Nicholson. A work study, of sorts. Helping out in a few classes, show the kids that you could end up anywhere and be just fine. A blonde haired man around 40 was waiting for them as they approached the school gates. He had a full beard, his long hair tied into a ponytail. He was wearing a white dress shirt and dress pants. He wore a red tie with Mickey Mouse heads printed all over it. He was fiddling with his tie while he waited for the Claremont students to arrive.
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GM The duo approached the mall, making their way towards the statue. It wasn't difficult to find with Oz' guidance, but even then, the little mouse made of stone seemed out of place in the middle of the oviously chicken themed even. After all, there were no mice, save for background characters, in the movie. No, this was clearly the work of something else, something that should not be here. It was difficult to avoid bumping into the running and shouting childrne, or the parents that desperately tried to keep up with them. It would not make their investigation any easier, at least.
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Give me a DC20 Search check if you look around the little mouse statue. If you make it, reveal spoiler.
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GM The bag slowly crunched under Agnes' foot, with the Preacher looking on, wide-eyed. "No, no, stop! Leave it alone!" Jonathan and Crimson Cross froze, looking at him, the powder in the bag, and the inhaler. "What is that?" Crimson Cross' voice was tense. She might not be the brightest bulb, but even she could see that something was off. "Nothing! Its nothing! We are doing God's work! We are cleansing the unclean! Don't you see what I have done for you?"
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ic Meanwhile at the stately Summers Manor...
RocketLord replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in North Bay
Charlie froze as Alek started approaching him and Callie. "Wait. Alek's smiling." He took a step back, getting into a defensive position. Things had not gone well if Alek was smiling like this. Alek smiling like that was almost never a good thing. Before Alek's smile wold broaded and he would mention cookies, Charlie interrupted. "Not the vest, right? I'm pretty sure the vest wouldn't be a good solution to anyone getting off on the wrong fo..." Ah, alright, cookies. Cookies, yes. That was much better than the vest. "Aw, yeah. Alek's parents makes the best cookies. You gotta meet them, they're great."